Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.